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The National

Ice Machines

 

Ice Machines

(album: First Two Pages Of Frankenstein - 2023)


Cartoons from a television
Whistles from the street
Blackout curtains, summer sirens
Electricity

I don't need ice machines
I don't need speaker systems
I don't need white lights blinking
I don't need you to witness
I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need anything

Finally start to make connections
When everything goes dark
It's pulling me in all directions
It's tearing you apart

I don't need ice machines
I don't need speaker systems
I don't need white lights blinking
I don't need you to witness
I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need anything
But I do

What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room's too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls

I don't know what to say to people
It only makes things worse
It's time to take my silent treatment
This won't be the first

I don't need ice machines
I don't need speaker systems
I don't need white lights blinking
I don't need you to witness
I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need anything
But I do

What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room's too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls

A rock that fell from orbit, I
Roll across the carpet, under
Frozen flowers on the walls
Leaning on my shoulders

What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room's too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls

What am I doing watching clocks?
Space is too empty, this room's too hot
What am I doing wandering halls?
Ringing doorbells, pounding walls

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